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Jun 2019
When it's me, Who is there?
When it's me, Who will care?
It's a heavy load to bare
Especially when there's no one there

When you feel so down and hollow
It is a bitter pill to swallow
Overcome by masses of sorrow
Hoping the sun will come tomorrow

Lonely as the rising sun
Lonely as soon as the day begun
Feeling like theres nowhere to run
Not being able to have any fun

When it's me, who will be there?
When it's me, who will care?
Written by
Nicola pentland
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